On a bright Tuesday morning, Liv was getting dressed for the day.

She couldn't find her one sock from a pair.

"Hmm.." said Liv.

"Where is my pink sock?"

It was not just any sock.

It was Liv's favourite sock.

She loved that sock.

That was her lucky sock.

She looked under her bed.

No sock.

She looked behind the curtains.

No sock.

She looked inside shoe rack.

Still no sock.

"Where could my sock be?" she wondered. 

She even looked inside the fridge.

Cold air rushed.

She found leftovers but not sock.

"My sandwich was in here once," she said.

"But not my sock!"

She giggled.